Chapter 41
The Starbucks outlet was starting to fill up with its usual afternoon crowd; mostly comprised of the young and hip set from the surrounding residential towers. Young women wearing variations of the latest trend in fashion – ripped or skin-tight jeans and cropped tops – paraded before him but not even one caused his eyes to flicker behind his dark eyeglasses. Angelo Montoya, a known connoisseur of women, did not even deign to acknowledge the hopeful looks that were being thrown his way. He’d chosen to sit at the farthest corner of the spill-out area not only to avoid the perusal of some of the female clientele inside but also to indulge in his latest vice – smoking. He’d never been a heavy smoker (in fact, he’d never really smoked outside of his drinking binges with friends) but he’d someh
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